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Post by mossie on Apr 27, 2016 18:50:43 GMT
I briefly fell asleep in front of the TV this afternoon, to find myself back in Paris which I had only left 2 days ago. Pity it was just a dream.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2016 23:39:34 GMT
My mother reappeared briefly when I had returned to the nursing home for some reason (maybe I went there because the staff told me that she had reappeared even though we all knew she was supposed to be dead). I asked her a question and she answered me. This made me extremely happy because she never said a word in the last two or three months. I suppose this emotion was enough to end the dream, because there was no more of it.
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Post by rikita on Apr 29, 2016 6:54:23 GMT
i dreamed that a friend of mine had died. i was supposed to meet up with her that same afternoon (it was morning in the dream) and there were various people i knew, and her husband was talking to their little daughter matter-of-factly about mommy being dead. i wasn't sure i understood right, but in between, while listening, fought back tears. eventually i asked, and was told she had hanged herself. i broke out in tears and in some way felt embarrassed, because i should be comforting her husband and children instead, and upset that no one (including her family) seemed to be very upset. it also crossed my mind how i would post on my online forums about my friend having died and having left two little children behind.
at a later point (or in a different dream, not sure) i was sleeping in a room in this big house where we were with a group of people. i was woken up rather early by the voice of a child, which surprised me, as i was there without agnes. but it turned out some of the other people were in the next room, with their child. and it turned out that one guy from that group had slept in the same bed as me. he was getting out of bed now, but had to look for something under the blanket, though he promised me he wouldn't look at me or touch me. i mainly wanted him to leave so i could go back to sleep.
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Post by whatagain on Apr 29, 2016 8:14:30 GMT
I didn't dream this night, or I forgot. It is strange because I'm a little bit feverish and I make very strange and stupid dreamsn when under fever. Ususally geometric dreams... I see dots and points that make no sense and try to align them. I then succeed briefly, feel soooo good and then it starts again. My own version of Sisyphe. I woke up a lot though.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2016 11:02:39 GMT
My mother was appropriately dead last night, but my grandmother came back to life again. I immediately calculated that it makes her 118 years old. Amazing woman. She was in pretty good shape for her age.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2016 15:11:52 GMT
I need to stop watching those crime series on television. Last night I had a job on an investigation team. A little girl had been kidnapped and we kept receiving packages of body parts -- a couple of fingers, a foot, an ear... It was horrible and none of us wanted to open the packages because there was no telling what we might discover next. I had to put a stop to the dream by waking up -- I turned on the radio to flush my brain.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2016 15:17:21 GMT
That is terrible, K. I hate dreams that give me a horrible feeling that I have trouble shaking all day long. Matches my dream in which I was shot in the back of the head. I came back to life afterwards, but no hair would grow on top of my head.
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Post by rikita on May 17, 2016 21:59:20 GMT
a few nights ago:
first i was just watching: there were these people and there were these monsters, and the people had to try to get away from them. they found a way: the monsters were kept away by chocolate. on a big wooden log, the people could put pieces of chocolate, and hold on to the log, and then the monsters wouldn't touch them. people who were not careful, on the other hand, got eaten in a gross way: the monsters were sucking their insides out. i was one of the people holding on to the log, then, but it was really hard not to eat the chocolate, which was the only thing keeping us safe. eventually, there was only one piece of chocolate left, so someone had to go to the store to buy more. this, of course, meant letting go of the log. so it had to be done in a hurry, but the stupid person in the shop just didn't get the urgency and took their time to even find the chocolate to give us, and instead gave us sweets that only contained some chocolate (like a bounty bar), and thus did not work so well.
last night:
i was in peru, for some program, and i was pretty excited, going through crowded streets with lots of music, to find the place where i was supposed to stay. i was glad to be given that chance, though it had come much later than i asked for it, and the moment was not convenient. it took me a while to remember why, though: i realized i have children, not only agnes, but also a newborn baby, which i couldn't keep because they sent me away, to peru, or maybe they sent me away specifically to keep me from my baby. so i had to get home, though at the same time i wanted to stay. and i had to find the place i was supposed to stay at, so i could arrange to get home. and this was all taking so long, and the longer they kept my baby from me, the less likely it would be that we would manage to establish breastfeeding - i wasn't even sure if and what they were feeding my baby while i was away - and build up the proper bonding. so i had to get home, to my baby, but i had no idea how to do that.
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Post by mickthecactus on May 24, 2016 7:42:59 GMT
That I was in Israel with my mother and Louis Armstrong.
My mother got lost - we never found her.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2016 9:48:01 GMT
I'm sure that being with Louis was entertaining enough.
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Post by mickthecactus on May 24, 2016 11:15:07 GMT
Oh it was. I was suggesting to people that he should go on a talent show as a Louis Armstrong impersonator.
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Post by mich64 on May 24, 2016 20:45:01 GMT
Not a dream but... When my husband gets up at 5:15 a.m., I get up to make his breakfast and to get his lunch and dinner together, have a cup of tea with him and then go back to bed since it usually only 6:30 a.m. This morning, I guess I fell into a good sleep and around 9:00 a.m. I literally jumped from my bed, looked at the clock and felt panic and sadness thinking that I missed getting up this morning with my husband. I began to question myself and almost texted him when I remembered adding the last of the grapes and blueberries to his lunch so I rushed downstairs and checked the recycle bin and indeed there were the plastic containers I put there this morning. Phew!
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Post by htmb on May 24, 2016 20:54:55 GMT
Wow, Mich! A real moment of panic! I can relate. I get up very early these days so that I'm also going to sleep extremely early. Last week I forgot to turn my phone off and S called me when she went out to walk the dog. She says we had a nice conversation, but I have no memory of it.
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Post by mich64 on May 24, 2016 22:54:48 GMT
Nice to know I am not the only one then htmb! It will not be too long now where you can get up at whatever time you want to! (which will still be early, your body is too used to waking up early) And then will come the dreams of projects uncompleted, missing appointments, getting to work late, etc.! While I realize he can most certainly look after himself and understand he would think I must be needing the sleep, I would miss having that conversation and hug before he goes on shift. But it sure is a panic when you can not remember if it happened or not!
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Post by htmb on May 24, 2016 23:31:33 GMT
I can understand why you get up and fix breakfast. Sometimes those early morning moments together make for the best memories, Mich.
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Post by mich64 on May 25, 2016 0:07:24 GMT
Yes they do htmb.
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Post by rikita on May 25, 2016 6:47:32 GMT
agnes seems to have had bad dreams last night. she woke up several times crying, and said things like she doesn't want her foot removed, and she doesn't want daddy's foot removed.
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Post by htmb on May 25, 2016 19:52:12 GMT
Sounds like scary dreams for such a little girl.
Last night I dreamed I opened a drawer and a very large rat jumped up at my face. What woke me up was me yelling in surprise. I'm pretty sure I yelled out loud, too. Good thing my neighbors didn't call the police.
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Post by tod2 on May 26, 2016 7:15:54 GMT
And I thought I was the only one who yelled so loud when I dream, that I wake myself up. Lately no such noisy dreams.
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Post by lagatta on May 26, 2016 19:42:35 GMT
I hsd a less unpleasant but strange dream: Sanders had won the US Presidency (yes, I know that is very unlikely to happen) and there was a huge launch of boats from the marina in Burlington Vermont travelling northwest to Montréal. There were people in the water who were dressed up as various symbolic figures...
It is odd indeed because I don't usually follow US politics closely, except for the Sanders phenomenon.
I also had a dream where I had to make lunch for a large group of people, but I knew that would use up my whole bottle of olive oil and I feared nobody would reimburse it.
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Post by htmb on May 26, 2016 20:11:58 GMT
And I thought I was the only one who yelled so loud when I dream, that I wake myself up. Lately no such noisy dreams. I don't know that I've ever done that before. Lagatta, I wonder when you're going to dream someone else won the election and a lot of your U.S. friends are beating on your door, begging for asylum.
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Post by lagatta on May 27, 2016 0:18:27 GMT
I guess The Donald will build a fence around Lake Champlain.
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Post by htmb on Aug 4, 2016 10:29:00 GMT
I had the weirdest dream. It was totally unexpected.
This is the time of year when I normally would be preparing to return to work following a break. In fact, my colleagues will all be back on the job next Monday, and I have an appointment to do some consulting with my replacement the following week.
Each year at this time I've experienced back to work dreams, but I thought that would have ended with retirement. The dreams usually included stressful situations and people demanding my attention.
In this dream I was at my old job checking out the changes in both office space and personnel since I'd left. I was fully retired and just there as a visitor, so that was a good thing. No pressures! It was a pleasant and relaxed visit, and I was happy to see the office secretaries and staff because they were the ones I valued most. None of my bosses or my closest colleague, those people who caused me the most stress, were in the dream.
I suppose, if I must dream about work, this is the best kind of dream to have.
Thanks goodness I didn't dream about cleaning up the junk room in my house. That's my next unpleasant task and one I will not enjoy until it's over with.
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Post by Kimby on Aug 4, 2016 23:29:14 GMT
Thank goodness I didn't dream about cleaning up the junk room in my house. That's my next unpleasant task and one I will not enjoy until it's over with. "Junk ROOM"? Now that's a nightmare. I have a "junk drawer" and a couple pretty junky closets, but a whole room? Yikes!
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Post by htmb on Aug 5, 2016 8:44:09 GMT
It's my home office and also doubles as a guest room for my six grandchildren. Over the past year I've also used it to store a few items I didn't want to leave out when visitors stayed in my home last summer, plus books, office files, winter clothes, my parents' photo albums, and many items brought home from my job of 24 years after retiring. Kind of what might be saved in a rental storage unit or an outdoor utility shed. Now it's time to sort it all out - put away, give away, and throw away - before my family comes to visit at the end of the month.
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Post by rikita on Aug 7, 2016 13:55:05 GMT
i dreamt that i slapped my child in the face because she was jumping around on the bed and on me while i was sleeping. she really jumped around the bed and woke me that way, and for a moment i was unsure if maybe i really had slapped her and felt quite worried and guilty - but fortunately, i didn't.
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Post by Kimby on Aug 7, 2016 15:01:43 GMT
A cautionary dream perhaps? Your brain training you to NOT react in a way that would be possible, but not consistent with your true values. You learn from these dreams. At least this is what I tell myself when I wake from a dream (nightmare) of having become involved with someone I'm not married to, jeopardizing my marriage. My relief at the dream being just a dream reinforces my commitment to not straying. Your "good mom' instincts are being reinforced. That's my theory, anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 7:02:34 GMT
I was with a group of people who were slicing pieces off Matt Damon's face to eat them as snacks. Matt Damon was alive and didn't mind, but he was having an outbreak of acne, so I didn't want to eat any of his face, especially since it was riddled with stubble.
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Post by onlyMark on Aug 8, 2016 11:20:04 GMT
Last night I dreamt I was eating a great big marshmallow.
Woke up this morning and my pillow was gone.
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Post by Kimby on Aug 9, 2016 14:37:06 GMT
Last night I had a tense dream in which I was to give a presentation to a medium sized group in a room that had a TV playing and another program coming over the sound system in the room. I knew I would not be audible over all this noise, and my (already shaky and half-prepared) presentation would fail, so I scurried around the conference room trying to stop the competing noise. No one helped me and nothing I tried was working. The noise continued, and members of the audience were beginning to get up and wander away. As with my tension-filled missed-connection travel dreams, I woke in the midst of an orgasm. Am I the only one this happens to?
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